"Man oh man," Jason said, suddenly turning from reluctant to excited. "This is great stuff—and some of it's so bad!"

"Bad?" Mitchell raised an eyebrow, pulling a chair to sit next to Jason.

"Just dumb. Like all these high school stories about girls that fall in love with guys during class projects…does that really happen?"

Mitchell shrugged. "I've never been a teenaged girl."

"Neither have I," Jason agreed, "and I've never fallen in love with anyone during a class project."

"Hey, wait, what about that time we did a project on the Sex Pistols and you decided you were going to marry one of them?"

Jason paused. "That was totally different."

"Really." Mitchell poked Jason in the side. "Really now."

"Yes." Jason nodded. "See? Even the gay stuff is bad."

"It doesn't make you hard?" Mitchell leaned forward in interest as Jason picked a different box.

"Um, no. See, watching heaving chests reminds me of girls, and I've never had a 'deep burning desire from class to behind him over and fuck him up the ass' or wanted to 'grind our bugles together.' You see, I've never found brass instruments that sexual." Jason shrugged. "Maybe it's just me."